Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men)

This is an old note from before I started the blog. I've got some favorites from back then, when I was just sending them as texts to friends, and I'm going to sprinkle them through the blog as occasions come up and make me think of them. Just to clarify - the first part really happened. The second part is fantasy, a bit of speculation - I haven't yet gotten him naked. I plan to.  I was making out with this sweet handsome submissive boy, standing against a side wall at a bar, passing the breath between the two of us, controlling his oxygen until he was light headed --and then pressing his carotids for the drop.  This boy melts like fucking butter -- He just fades limp, no shaking or spasms, and I pin him against the wall as he regains consciousness. A gain and again.  His skin is the color of alabaster, and I idly wonder if he is going to have thumbprint bruises on his neck. He wakes up each time like I've broken the spell, his eyes flutter open and he looks at me in awe...

In amongst all the other action, this beautiful little moment was actually one of my favorite parts of the night. I mean, there were SO MANY favorite parts - but this had some real special energy, and I felt hot, and in a place of shared dominance and power, and I felt very fulfilled on an intellectual level as well as having my throat full-filled with a hot man's cock.  I ran into George. [see also: A Ministry of Education ] And I told him about how attractive I have always found him, and how much I enjoyed our little educational interlude at the sex party a few weeks ago, where I taught him how to throat-fuck David. I told him about this blog, and how I had written about what happened, and how I had made guesses about a few things about his history because I didn't know, and how I wrote that I would totally suck his dick. He grinned as I told him about my guess that he came out later in life, but he neither confirmed nor denied. We did talk about how "kids these days...

This Tuesday evening at the baths was a super-intense experience, and there is a second beautiful but less rough story coming later, a coda to a prior entry that made me one very happy writer-fucker-Daddy dude, and satisfied my need to suck dick and show off my oral skills. It almost felt like the evening was pre-planned by someone in the Universe who likes me a lot. I didn't set up any of these hookups; they just literally happened, and OMG it was intense.  I had a couple of connections with other guys before the main narrative arc got started. There was one guy in the maze who should have done more work in the shower; I had to explain to him twice that I wasn't going back in after I had washed my hands and dick. He was good at taking my dick, and he made it feel good - but it crossed the line when I had to keep wondering why I smelled shit. Another small slim guy got spanked and fucked in the maze; that was fun but not particularly intense.  And then, I wandered into the vid...

This was a fucking NIGHT. Like, a LOT happened. There is one story that's a really super-hot coda to another story on the blog... and then there's this spectacular trilogy of throat-fucks. I'll write up all the detail probably tomorrow, but I need to get this video transferred so it'll upload, so here's just a taste:  This wasn't the first guy I fucked in the throat tonight. He's the second. Take it back, he's the third... but the second of the trilogy. He's 21, and he honestly started as a keen but not very experienced cocksucker... and I can't tell whether he just uncovered his secret identity as an undercover throatslave - or if I actually turned this sweet young boy into a total cockwhore. I took things step by methodical step, and he was no virgin to start with, but there's a difference between having a little experience under your barely-legal-to-drink belt, and being railed in the esophagus. I took him by the unresisting and enthusiast...

The video from the shoot that I wrote a couple of entries about [ Sperm-burping cocksucker   and  Shrouded ] finally posted.  THIS is the page for the studio on Just For Fans.  THIS is the page for the studio on Twitter. So, now you can see me in all my glory - an out and proud overweight big-dicked fifty-something in the center of his weird autistic sex groove, fucking and spanking and having an AWESOME time. I do have a mask on, mostly because it gives me a little bit of separation, of anonymity; it was funny how completely I forgot that I was even wearing it until I would see it in the mirrors. I want to get a half-hood.  This is a chat conversation between me and Tony, the producer for the Private Playground parties and the associated JFF page - I've been talking with him the whole time about my concerns, my anxieties, my excitement, and how much I was looking forward to sticking my penis into people.  It's funny, how much the editing changes things. ...

This conversation on Grindr was one of the most thoughtful explorations of how some guys feel on meth that I've ever experienced. This guy has done a lot of thinking, and I feel like he's more self-aware than most. It's been an issue for me - guys who are using are often very difficult for me to have fun with, for very complex reasons, and this helped to kind of pin some of it down. Quoted in its entirety, with permission. Just for grins, I included the permission part, because I feel like letting people SEE  me negotiate consent is important, whether in a conversation or a scene in meatspace [Also: how awesome would "MEATSPACE" be as a name for a sex club?]. To be painstakingly clear, the T - along with several other euphemisms and nicknames, such as getting cloudy, calling Tina, ice, ice cream, the ice-cream cone emoji, the snowflake emoji, getting spun... they're all about methamphetamine. This drug has caused more damage, ruined more lives in the gay commu...

 This... DAMN. This one kind of took me by surprise.  This started out as a little fantasy scene I composed on the fly for a spanko correspondent of mine, on Scruff. Like I was sending him one text message at a time, making it up as I went, based on notes he had given me about what turned him on about spanking, and how it had been in his own life. I do this with fantasy stuff from time to time.  I may actually have the opportunity at some point in the future to play the Dad in a scene like this, WITH HIM, to have his beautiful full-grown man's ass across my lap, and spank him until he's crimson while a camera records it for posteriority... but whether that actually happens in real life or never does, this story is a little gem for me. This is a series of text messages, and I left in the line breaks instead of editing it down to paragraphs so you get a feel for what he was reading. He made a couple of replies mid-story; I cut almost all of his pieces out. I left one in, be...